The Beauty of Nature

Green grass grows just out of reach,

placed in fertile landing each.

Power through the drift of sand,

with dirt sifting through your hand.

Gathers of herds and babies too,

their song of no words is all so true.

Unlike those who fly so high,

hear their breeze of sighs.

And though they may not look as pretty

as the gentle little lily,

hearts beat as nations race

to gather in the gorgeous grace.

Baby birdies fly so high,

waving their mothers goodbye.